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My Grandparents

The last time I went up to visit my grandparents, they were in rare form. You see, my grandmother has severe health problems stemming from a bad back and acid reflux that gets into her mouth and rots her tongue and teeth. My grandfather is even worse off. He has Parkinson’s and can barely remember how to open his eyes half the time. But their spirits are always up. This last visit my grandfather told me that he wanted me to buy him a pool table and smuggle it into the house, knowing that my grandmother didn’t want him to have one. My grandmother was reminiscing about pistachio nuts and how much they used to love them. Then she pulled me aside all conspiratorially and said, “And when you smuggle in your grandfather’s pool table, make sure to smuggle in some pistachios for me. But don’t tell him. I don’t want to share.”